Post by Serena on May 10, 2015 15:42:12 GMT -5
Barely a few weeks had passed since Serena had arrived at this strange place, since she had been given a name in a language she didn't know she was able to speak and a chair with wheels on it,. Which had not been any more foreign to her then the concept of a chair on itself. It took her days to learn how to use it, and even now that she could shift it around and control it with a sort of relative ease, it felt strange to her. Not only the chair, but the feeling of dry clothes on her skin, the feeling of air in her face and the gentle weight of that thing on her nose. Those 'Glasses' that, surely trough some kind of magic, made her see. Seeing in general was so... so strange. Everything seemed sharper up here, more defined, and yet, most of the things where softer and warmer then what she was used to.
She was wheeling herself trough one of the corridors - this one was high and dark and dimly lit by candles with blue flames, but she had seen others too, halls so small that she couldn't fit in, bright halls, colorful ones and gray ones, where spiderwebs pilled on top of each other, forming a thin cloth that shivered with every breath of wind. None of these seemed to fit the theme of the next, and Serena sometimes had the feeling that some of them where not always where they should have been. She wondered if that was normal for the air breathers, but she hadn't found someone to ask yet.
And even if she would have...it was questionable that she would have asked. This uncommon habitat, it put her of, made her anxious and unsure of herself, and, eventually even shy, although this wasn't her usual nature at all. So when she ended up at a large, black door that was made of...nothing she knew about (Or any other human for that matter) she hesitated but eventually couldn't contain her thirst for this knew thing. The door looked a little bit like it was made out of metal (she knew what metal looked like because the divers she ate had brought it down) , but then again it didn't, and it felt like marble when she touched it (not that she would have known what marble felt like), though not cold but warm and....pulsating. It swung open when she curiously let a hand roam over the odd pattern that adorned the portal. She had never seen anything like this pattern before, and so had probably no mortal. at least no one that was still alive...Inside it was dark, but knowing darkness before everything else, she saw no reason why this could provide danger to her. Her wheels squeaked quietly on the marble floor as she slowly, curiously rolled into the room behind the darkness, the fluorescent patches on her skin emitting their own soft blue light. The door creaked, like old trees slowly breaking under the weight of a storm, as they slowly closed behind her, a quiet 'thump' echoing in the seemingly large room as it fell shut.
Seeing as she could not make out anything in the room except for very few vague outlines that could have well been anything from severed heads to bouquets of flowers and everything in between, she took off her glasses and made use of what she was most accustomed to. Her ears. Or rather the thin membranes that were stretched were her ears should have been, making it look like she was sprouting a pair of fins on the sides of her head. A soft sound fled from her lips, echoing to the vast darkness and returning to her like a loyal pet, making her membrane vibrate ever so slightly. What she heard made her look up startled. There seemed to be another person in the room. "Hello?" She asked, her voice quiet and shy and with a strange accent that did not quite match to any language the humans had invented yet. She spoke with reluctance, not quite sure if she wanted to speak to anyone in this strange place yet.
Reverend Mateus
She was wheeling herself trough one of the corridors - this one was high and dark and dimly lit by candles with blue flames, but she had seen others too, halls so small that she couldn't fit in, bright halls, colorful ones and gray ones, where spiderwebs pilled on top of each other, forming a thin cloth that shivered with every breath of wind. None of these seemed to fit the theme of the next, and Serena sometimes had the feeling that some of them where not always where they should have been. She wondered if that was normal for the air breathers, but she hadn't found someone to ask yet.
And even if she would have...it was questionable that she would have asked. This uncommon habitat, it put her of, made her anxious and unsure of herself, and, eventually even shy, although this wasn't her usual nature at all. So when she ended up at a large, black door that was made of...nothing she knew about (Or any other human for that matter) she hesitated but eventually couldn't contain her thirst for this knew thing. The door looked a little bit like it was made out of metal (she knew what metal looked like because the divers she ate had brought it down) , but then again it didn't, and it felt like marble when she touched it (not that she would have known what marble felt like), though not cold but warm and....pulsating. It swung open when she curiously let a hand roam over the odd pattern that adorned the portal. She had never seen anything like this pattern before, and so had probably no mortal. at least no one that was still alive...Inside it was dark, but knowing darkness before everything else, she saw no reason why this could provide danger to her. Her wheels squeaked quietly on the marble floor as she slowly, curiously rolled into the room behind the darkness, the fluorescent patches on her skin emitting their own soft blue light. The door creaked, like old trees slowly breaking under the weight of a storm, as they slowly closed behind her, a quiet 'thump' echoing in the seemingly large room as it fell shut.
Seeing as she could not make out anything in the room except for very few vague outlines that could have well been anything from severed heads to bouquets of flowers and everything in between, she took off her glasses and made use of what she was most accustomed to. Her ears. Or rather the thin membranes that were stretched were her ears should have been, making it look like she was sprouting a pair of fins on the sides of her head. A soft sound fled from her lips, echoing to the vast darkness and returning to her like a loyal pet, making her membrane vibrate ever so slightly. What she heard made her look up startled. There seemed to be another person in the room. "Hello?" She asked, her voice quiet and shy and with a strange accent that did not quite match to any language the humans had invented yet. She spoke with reluctance, not quite sure if she wanted to speak to anyone in this strange place yet.
Reverend Mateus